Welcome to the Official Tumblr for 'Stories From The Ballpit', a non-profit FanZine for The Daycare Attendant from FNAF
In this edition of the Zine, we aim to explore the whimsy of fables, magic, and myths, all featuring our beloved Daycare Attendant in all their forms.
Expect to see Sun, Moon, and even Eclipse in a range of engaging stories and artwork from our communities' amazingly talented artists and writers!
Alongside the Main Zine, there will be a completely optional Bonus Zine that is the first of its kind for our fandom. This smaller Bonus Zine will be NSFW, featuring adult artwork alongside stories of The DCA.
Note: This Bonus Zine will be hosted separately from the Main Zine, and all posts on this official Tumblr will be SFW out of respect for our friends who do not wish to engage with such material. We appreciate your understanding!
Both Zines will be available EXCLUSIVELY to digitally download on Itch.io for FREE!
[More details coming soon!]
Frequently Asked Questions:
Do I need to get both or can I ONLY get the SFW Zine? I don't engage with NSFW content.
We completely understand and respect that, friend!
Yes! You can absolutely ONLY get the SFW Zine without having to engage with the Bonus Zine.
Alternatively, you can ONLY get the NSFW zine. Whichever you feel comfortable with!
As a project, it has always been a point for all of us both modding and participating to make sure that everyone is respected along side their boundaries.
Is there any open Applications to be in the Zine?
Not at this time. Our contributors have already been assembled!
We are hopeful that if this Zine is a success we can do an open application for future editions.
When will the Zine be released?
Release date for both the Zines is September 25, 2026
comic pages—$25 per page W/B—-$40 per page coloured.
Reference sheets—$100
Artist Slave 1 month--$100(Ask for TyC and availability)
Artist Slave 2 months--$200(Ask for TyC and availability)
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The house was quiet in that fragile, almost deceptive way. Not peaceful, Just… holding its breath.
Water ran steadily from the sink as Sun stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up, hands submerged in warm, soapy water. The soft clink of ceramic plates filled the kitchen—small, controlled, safe. Routine helped. It kept his mind from wandering. From remembering.He scrubbed the same plate twice. Didn’t notice. Behind him, the hallway light flickered once.
Then again.
Footsteps.
Slow.
Uneven.
Sun stilled.
“…Moon?” he called gently, not turning yet.
No answer.
The footsteps stopped.
That was worse.
Sun dried his hands quickly, heart already tightening in his chest, and turned—
There he was.
Moondrop stood in the doorway, half-shadowed, posture rigid like he didn’t belong in his own body. But it was his eyes that made Sun’s stomach drop.
Too focused.
Too clear.
That meant—
“Sun.”
No confusion.
No softness.
Just something sharp and breaking underneath.
Sun forced a small smile that didn’t reach his face. “Hey… you okay? You kinda just—”
“I know what happened.”
The words hit the room like something heavy falling.
Sun’s fingers twitched.
“…What do you mean?”
Moon didn’t move.
Didn’t blink.
“I had doubts,” he said, voice steady—but strained at the edges, like something barely contained. “Things didn’t add up. Gaps. Reactions. The way everyone looked at me like they were waiting for something.”
Sun’s chest tightened.
Of course he noticed.
Of course he would.
“I asked Monty.”
Sun froze.
“And he lied,” Moon continued, jaw tightening. “At first.”
A small, humorless breath left him.
His voice dropped.
“I made him tell me.”
Sun’s stomach dropped.
“Moon—”
“I forced it out of him,” Moon snapped, louder now. “And when he still wouldn’t say it—he showed me.”
Silence, Heavy, Unavoidable.
Moon took a step forward.
“Footage,” he said. “From weeks ago.”
Sun looked away immediately, He didn’t need to ask.
“I remember enough to know that was me,” he said. “Maybe not this version—but it was still me.”
Sun shook his head. “You weren’t in control—”
“I was enjoying it.”
That—
That made Sun go quiet, Because there was no easy way to argue with that.
Moon’s hands curled into fists at his sides, trembling, The air felt thinner. Harder to breathe.
“You promised me,” Moon said, stepping closer, voice rising again, desperation bleeding into every word. “All of you promised. The moment I became that again—you would shut me down. No hesitation.”
Sun swallowed hard.
“We were trying to help you—Solar, Monty are working in something. They just—we just needed more time—”
“THAT’S NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR!”
The shout echoed through the house.
A glass on the counter rattled.
Moon’s composure cracked completely.
“I asked you to stop me!” he yelled. “I asked you to end it before I could hurt anyone again!”
Sun flinched.
“I hurt you!” Moon’s voice broke. “I beat you and you—”
He choked on the words.
“—you let me do that again!.”
“I didn’t let you—”
“YOU DIDN’T STOP ME!”
Silence slammed down between them.
Moon’s breathing turned ragged, uneven.
“You promised,” he said again, quieter now, but somehow heavier. “You looked me in the eye and promised.”
Sun’s hands curled into fists.
“I know what I promised.”
“Then why am I still here?!”
There it was.
Not anger.
Not accusation.
Fear.
Sun opened his mouth—Closed it.
Because the truth hurt too much to say cleanly. Moon stepped closer.
“And don’t dare lie to me,” he warned, voice shaking.
Sun’s chest rose and fell too fast.
“I couldn’t.”
The words slipped out.
Barely above a whisper.
Moon froze.
“…What?”
“I couldn’t do it,” Sun repeated, louder now, but his voice was breaking under the weight of it. “Do you think I didn’t try?!”
Moon didn’t answer.
Didn’t move.
“I had the shutdown ready,” Sun continued, breath unsteady. “I was right there—I just had to press it and it would’ve been over and I just—”
He stopped, shaking.
“I couldn’t.”
“BUT YOU PROMISED!”
And that—
That snapped something.
“I DON’T CARE IF I PROMISED, I DON’T WANT TO LOSE MY BROTHER!!”
Sun’s voice exploded through the room, louder than it had ever been, raw and uncontrolled.
Moon flinched.
“I DON’T CARE IF IT WAS THE RIGHT THING!” Sun shouted, his entire body shaking now. “I DON’T CARE IF IT WOULD’VE FIXED EVERYTHING OR MADE IT EASIER OR—OR WHATEVER YOU THINK IT WOULD’VE DONE!”
His voice broke—but he didn’t stop.
The words hit like a shockwave.
Louder.
Sharper.
Desperate.
“I WON’T DO IT!” Sun yelled, voice cracking into something almost unrecognizable. “DO YOU HEAR ME?! I WON’T— I WON’T STAND THERE AND WATCH YOU DISAPPEAR AGAIN LIKE—LIKE—”
He choked.
The words catching, tearing through him.
“I CAN’T DO THAT AGAIN!”
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Shaking.
Sun’s breathing collapsed into uneven gasps.
“I can’t…” he whispered, voice suddenly small, fragile after the storm. “You can’t make me do this again…”
Again.
They didn’t need to say it.
Nexus
It hung there anyway.
In every word.
In every silence.
In every wound that never really closed.
Moon’s anger shattered completely.
Not faded.
Not softened.
Gone.
Because this—
This wasn’t betrayal.
This was grief.
Still bleeding.
Still unbearable.
“…Sun…”
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